Bad artists copy, good artists steal.
At one time I had liked the idea, that the act, at least, had bound us together; we were not ordinary friends, but friends till-death-do-us-part. This thought had been my only comfort in the aftermath...
Angrily, I concentrated on her flaws, willfully studying the photographs that caught her at awkward ages and less flattering angles - long nose, thin cheeks, her eyes (despite their heartbreaking colo...
And yes—he will come to puking himself and feeling like stabbed through the head, but better there than in ambulance, BOOM, shirt cut open, mask jammed down on him, peoples slapping his face to wake h...
And as terrible as this is, I get it. We can’t choose what we want and don’t want and that’s the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us. We can’t escap...
Although, I do have to say, it was difficult to imagine him
All right, said Julian, looking around the table. I hope we’re all ready to leave the phenomenal world, and enter into the sublime?
All my life, people have taken my shyness for sullenness, snobbery, bad temper of one sort or another.
A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.
Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty? Those first images tha...
Але чи має якийсь глузд усвідомлювати, що життя закінчується погано для нас усіх, навіть найщасливіших, і наприкінці ми втрачаємо все, що має якесь значення, а проте водночас знати, що всупереч тому,...
Коли ми сумуємо — принаймні я такий, — ми можемо знайти втіху, припадаючи до знайомих предметів, до речей, які не змінюються.
¡Todo es injusto! ¿A quién nos quejamos en este lugar de mierda? ¿Quién está a cargo aquí?
¡Preocupación! Qué pérdida de tiempo. Todos los libros sagrados tenían razón. Era evidente que la «preocupación» era indicio de persona primitiva y poco desarrollada espiritualmente. ¿Cómo era el vers...
You are, and you are very very gifted at all the aspects of the business I don’t care to deal with, and you
Yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it’s possible to play it with a kind of joy?
X. IT WAS EIGHT-THIRTY IN the morning by the time I got to storage, with a sore jaw from grinding
Whatever reason, an evening nodding and unconscious in my bedroom at Hobie’s had begun to seem like a perfectly reasonable response to the holiday lights, the holiday crowds, the incessant Christmas b...
We can speak to each other across time. And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the r...
We all jumped—a cab with its light on skidded across the lane to us, throwing up a fan of sewer-smelling water. Watch it! said Goldie, leaping aside as the taxi plowed to a stop—and then observing tha...